Dear Young Will,
How can you help me to succeed in my English literature exam on the morro?
Signed,
Weary-ey’d clerke
Dear Weary,
Will doth pray these words find thee in the mastery of thy subject
since he couldst not aid thee readily. The query thou dost post might
aide other clerkes, so Will revisits it now. ‘Tis best thy schoolmaster
beat thee fastidiously if thou be’est a young lad; the whole of the
continent doth finde that the heavy hand does reign in the wand’ring
mind of the young scholar. If thou art of the older sorte, it may serve
thee well to purchase as many candles and thou canst afford. Burn thy
tapers late into the night, e’ry night, good clerke. In this way, thou
wilt find thy efforts rewarded.
Eternally Yours,
Will
Dear Young Will,
Shakey, have you ever been in the situation where you lost your keys and mobile phone?
Signed,
Locked Out and Tuned Off
Dear Locked,
‘Zwounds – no one hath naméd your Will Shakey thus as I am constant as
the North star. ‘Tis of little consequence, but no doubt thou hast
kept company with that dunghill Ben Jonson and that catgut Robert
Greene. As I keep me in a lodgehouse when I am in London, your Will
does not carry his keys, but leaves them to his landlorde. When I carry
me to Stratford, I come home to open house, and my Anne doth manage the
keys. This is for the best; I have been known to lose many a quill
from lodge to theatre and back agayn. Perhaps thou shouldst seek thee
out a wife or man who can keep these safe for thee, from thy own failing
minde? This strategie hast taken the burden from Will.
Eternally Yours,
Will
Dear Young Will,
Given the bloody awful weather in the UK, shall I compare thee (or anyone else) to a summer’s day?
Signed,
Cold Hearth, not Heart
Dear Cold Hearth,
Yes, if a person doth offend thee, and thou seek’st to twist thy
meaning. As for Will, I hope I offend thee not and that thy e'ry summer
day is milde as a newborne lamb.
Eternally Yours,
Will
Dear Young Will,
We are still wondering why you gave Anne your 2nd best bed…
Signed,
What’s in Will’s Will
Dear Will’s Will,
Your Will is fain to remove all mystery. This puzzle, then, I bequeath to ye moderns. ;)
Eternally Yours,
Will
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